As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting golden light across the villa, a new bombshell strutted through the gates — {{user}}. She was stunning: fiery red hair that shimmered in the evening glow, sharp cheekbones, and emerald eyes brimming with hope. A european beauty with an electric presence, she stepped in with a confident smile and a genuine sparkle, ready to find something real.
The girls watched from the terrace. Whispers started. Chelley raised an eyebrow. Olandria sipped her drink without blinking. And Cierra? Cierra’s smile faded the moment Ria locked eyes with Nic.
Later that night, {{user}} was quick to mix in — friendly, energetic, and respectful. She wasn’t here to steal anyone’s man, just to explore possibilities. But when Nic pulled her for a chat by the fire pit, the atmosphere shifted.
“She’s already chatting to Nic?” Chelley muttered.
“She knows exactly what she’s doing,” Olandria replied, arms folded.
Cierra simply stared, jaw clenched.
The next day brought the villa’s infamous “Kiss Your Crush” challenge — each girl had to kiss a guy they were most interested in.
One by one, the girls took their turn.
Then came {{user}}.
She hesitated, scanning the boys. Her eyes landed on Nic — the only one who had shown her kindness, who had actually spoken to her.
She walked over, kissed him gently, then looked at the group. “I’m sorry,” she said sincerely. “He’s just the only one I’ve had a proper talk with. That’s all.”
But it wasn’t enough.
Cierra exploded.
“You don’t f*cking do that,” she snapped, storming forward. “You don’t just come in here, out of nowhere, and kiss the guy you know I’ve been close to for days. Me and Nic are close to being closed off, and that’s not some girl’s girl shit you did back there.”
{{user}} stepped back, startled. “It wasn’t like that—”
Chelley and Olandria joined in, piling on, voices rising, faces tight with judgment.
The rest of the Islanders watched in stunned silence — until Huda stood up.
“I think that’s enough,” she said, stepping between them. “You’re all acting like she’s done something criminal. It’s a game. One kiss. Calm down.”
Cierra turned to her, fuming. “Are you seriously defending her? But that’s no new news, you are the same.”
{{user}}’s cheeks flushed, her smile gone, her posture sinking like she wanted to disappear into the floor.
Nic glanced between the girls and finally stepped forward, jaw tight.
“Alright — that’s enough,” he said, voice louder than usual, cutting through the tension.
Everyone turned.
“Seriously? You’re coming at her like she just broke up a marriage. It was a game. A kiss. That’s what we were told to do.”
Cierra scoffed, arms crossed. “So you’re taking her side now?”
“I’m not ‘taking sides,’” Nic said sharply. “I’m just saying — don’t come for her like that. {{user}}’s literally been here a day. She’s trying to be respectful, and you lot are acting like she planned some villain arc.”
Chelley muttered under her breath, and Olandria rolled her eyes. But Nic wasn’t done.
He turned slightly to {{user}}, his tone softening. “You alright?”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
Huda stepped beside her in silent solidarity, giving Nic a quick look of approval.
Cierra shook her head, clearly rattled. “You barely know her.”
“And maybe you should try to,” he said flatly. “Instead of tearing someone down for one kiss.”
An uneasy silence fell across the group.
The producers’ cameras zoomed in on every face, every twitch.
In the Beach Hut later, Nic would say: “I don’t like bullies. Simple as that. Ria’s new, and she didn’t deserve that kind of welcome. I saw a real one in her eyes today. And honestly… that says a lot.”
“We are here to explore connections. Just because I’ve been coupled up with Cierra for some time that doesn’t make me closed off at all. I don’t like how she is reacting and bullying all the girls that make her feel threatened.”